This is from a yarn I heard many, many years ago, again from when I was otherwise occupied shunning, un-shunning, and marching around a parade ground with other poor souls while in the Army. I can't remember who told me the story.
I had to edit and re submit because it was less than 750 words in the first iteration.
It's now 805 so hopefully that will be okay.
Enjoy, comments and votes welcome.
Cell phone
There are several men sitting around in the locker room of a private club chatting amongst themselves. Suddenly a cell phone on one of the benches rings. One of the men picks it up, and puts it on speaker and the following conversation ensues: "Hello?"
"Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"
"Yes."
"Great! I am at the mall two blocks from where you are. I just saw a beautiful mink coat. It's Only $1,500! Can I buy it?"
"Well, OK, go ahead and get it if you like. You're sure that's what you want?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sure. I think I'll look absolutely stunning in it."
"Yes. I'm sure you will."
The men looked at me and grinned at each other as though I was the poor husband led around by the cock, succumbing to the whims and fancies of the woman who controlled my life, bank account and my balls. They chuckled at my misfortune, being suckered into spending money for a mink coat.